I wake up in the night
There's still no moring light
So I pour a whisky
My guitar is with me
I sing my self away
I smoke my cigar
I don't care in my own bar
Have another whisky
Got my beauty with me
I sing myself away
I hear calling from the beach
There voices-I know each
Shout to take my six string
Come to sruf, eat and sing
Turn night into day
I sing myself away
2013 • Million-Dollar Haircuts on Ten-Cent Heads
2013 • Million-Dollar Haircuts on Ten-Cent Heads
1997 • Come in from the Rain
1997 • Come in from the Rain
2013 • Million-Dollar Haircuts on Ten-Cent Heads
1997 • Come in from the Rain
1997 • Come in from the Rain
2013 • Million-Dollar Haircuts on Ten-Cent Heads
1997 • Come in from the Rain
1997 • Come in from the Rain
1997 • Come in from the Rain
2013 • Million-Dollar Haircuts on Ten-Cent Heads